You will not catch me sleeping in your shallow grave so wholesome.
Nor napping in the tomb of discontent.
Though the hands do tremble
a victory should be claimed.
without fanfare or extravagance.
In true discourse,
mine not yours,
of course.
It used to be…
that I belonged to you
you belonged to me.
So what of the past
picking apart peculiar trips…
set adrift onto different seas.
A clan unleashed in the barren desert
awaiting their ships of plenty…it had been lost at sea.
As siblings we were swaddled in damaged cloth
So I suppose to disrobe the anger…
well, that is all I’ve got.
Humbly I will ask you
Step away from the shallow grave.
Only the ugly becomes more perverse with the tall tales
we create.
There are many out there just like me
Walking a lonesome solo path
step by step reconciliation is the only fact.
Brothers and sisters, I stand at the shallow grave…daily
Casting a lucky penny in…
Full knowing I am not without my own sin.
